taglist & content warning: none, sfw, fluff, had to reupload, slightly ooc!fyodor x reader, small oneshot of living w/ him, i love fyodor too <3
fyodor is one of polished curation, hes a man whose penchant for neatness draws in quiet respect.
one morning while he was sitting out in the barren garden, watching the snow fall, you had asked him why he was so precise in quite literally everything he had ever done.
his response was vague.
though, after some silence, his gaze continued to lower to the floor beneath him, softly speaking against the cold air. "—but perfect is boring."
"yeah, right." playfully rolling your eyes at his words before heading back inside.
his peculiarities include small talk with lighthearted humor—oftentimes getting carried away, and deepening further down into philosophical rants.
you love listening to him, but God can he get pretentious at times. as you slide the chair away, lifting yourself up, you give him a small pat on his ushanka.
an even harder one following afterwards, ruffling his hair that pushes the hat further down and covers his face.
hes startled, but dosent say anything. only a small gasp escaping— one he preffered didnt come out.
when days get a bit boring, you find him reading his favorite literature book. sitting quietly amidst the chirping birds.
you bring him a small cup of tea out of 'generousity.' you knew he had a preference towards sweeter tasting things, such as marmelade on bread on the side.
but as he takes a slow sip, his face scrunched slightly. trying to hide the absolute terror on his taste buds all while thanking you for the tea!
"—No-no its amazing..." he smiles sweetly, his ethereal look never vanishing. though in his mind he's already finding a way to get back at you...
...he remains composed, hiding behind a tall tree.
you're strolling through the garden in the blooming morning, when suddenly, a cold breeze swept you down— almost falling to your knees if you hadn't balanced yourself.
you turn around, seeing small bits of snow on the edge of your shoulder.
youre confused for a moment, though the confusion leaves once you hear the small chuckle of the familiar laugh in the background... damn it!
though in the end, you loved everything about him; delicate hair strands falling, one by one atop of eachother everytime he laid his head down.
late nights, where his gaze is framed by porcelain, nearly flawless skin; delicate enough to reveal the fine threads of overlapping veins on the gentle curve of his closed eyes.
your finger traces over his skin, noticing the natural dark tint he had on the corner of his eyes. you continued to brush through his dark brows, following down to the tip of his strong, prominent nose.
at this point, you were toying with him— while he had to continously close his eyes everytime your soft touches outlined his face.
"—why do you keep on touching me?" He spoke out, closing the book with his finger nudged in between the pages to not lose the chapter he was on. fluttering his eyes open
expressive beauty of his dark vieled eyes that possessed a captivating allure with each glance. all dreams caught in the shadows sweeps of his dark nightly lashes.
"why not"
yall know that one scene in beauty and the beast? yeah that's what inspired the outcome of this
and that "go ahead and touch me" fyodor scene with sigma
Can you write the pregnant reader with the fyodor version??
NOTHING A WARM BATH CANT FIX
oooh i defo can think of a way to redo it with a different touch for fyodo! my brain IS buzzing with excitment today, ill cook up a snack for you rq hehe
and thanks for the req, youre the first, anon!
pairing: Husband!Fyodor x pregnant!reader
summary: you’re very pregnant, tired, and sore everywhere. Luckily, your loving husband Fyodor prepared you a warm bath!
tags: fluff, married couple, oneshot, established relationship
wc: 612
You’ve been moaning and hissing at every small movement for a while now, unable to find a comfortable position to lay in. The worst part is that you can't even toss and turn as you please, your stomach too big to truly let you rest peacefully and comfortably on the couch.
You hear Fyodor’s footsteps approaching closer. He’s been a very patient and understanding husband for you, giving you the space you need to relax when you’re understandably being all sore and hormonal. But he just can’t for the life of him let you be for too long. You just look too adorable in his eyes, and he doesn’t think this whole “give me space” thing is working for either of you.
You try your best to move away, your heavy belly in the way of you fully turning away from your husband now kneeling on the carpet beside you. “Leave me alone, I’m tired and… well very tired.” You bluntly state, face scrunching up with frustration at, mostly the ache in your body, but also your impatience is bleeding into other territories too; now partially aimed at your husband
“It’s your fault I’m like this in the first place” you whine out, earning a huff of a chuckle from him, his warm breath fanning over your hair from behind you. “Annoying rat” you grumble, giving up on trying to find any peace or comfort in this body anymore. Turning over and swinging your legs down to the floor, you glare down at him – still kneeling by your legs.
“You’re right, it’s my fault you’re like this” he smiles, nodding slowly, a satisfied hum escaping his lips. His hand reaches up, placing gently over the peak of your bump, feeling slowly over that area. “This beautiful and alive” he continues, eyes on yours, brimming with affection as he leans closer to your plump belly. “And feisty” he adds, chuckling with pride, in love with every part of you, even the feisty, frustrated, hormonal parts.
They might even be his favourite at times, actually.
His other hand joins the first over your stomach, his gaze dropping to where your body is doing its best to host another mini Fyodor in you. Fyodor has always loved all Gods tiny creatures, but never have you seen him look at any with this much care and adoration in his eyes. its a bewitching sight to behold.
“You’re sore and tired because of me.” His hands move slowly further down, eyes up on yours again – his tone soft, accent slipping through. “Can you let me take care of it now?” his tone turns even gentler – more velvety than normal, coaxing your muscles to relax and follow the sound of his voice, his rhythm. You don’t respond, looking for answers in his eyes.
Fyodor lets out a soft breath. Exhaling, his hands skim further down, resting on each of your thighs now. “Ill prepare you a hot bath, how does that sound to you and the baby?” he gives your thighs a little squeeze, tilting his head to the side in questioning.
You manage a small nod, prompting a smile to spread over his face. Slowly, Fyodor unfolds to his full hight, his hands cocooning yours in his, pulling you gently up with him.
“Up, up. Come, you always tell me my hands are magical. Ill give you a nice massage.” He leads the way towards the bathroom, letting go of your hand only to turn on the knob for hot water, filling the tub up for you. “My baby and our little baby need some extra warmth and rest. It’s my job to do that”
After all, God made him stronger to protect you, especially when you’re all tired, sore, and very much pregnant.
Fyodors love for Gods creations have never been greater.
Daizzzy ᝰ.ᐟ
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a/n: despite fyodor supossed to be the rat here, hes ironically good at wearing the shoes of the piped piper, with you following the sound of his melody hehehehehhee
just thinking about fyodor whos completely whipped and doesnt even dare to deny it since everyone can tell
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, established relationship
fyodor who just smiles whenever he's asked about you. doesn't even look at the person he's talking to, or well... the person trying to ask the question. he's just closed eyes and smiling in some unknown direction.
"of course. it's [name] after all, why wouldn't they be so skilled? i find it odd that you still had to consider that." - "i was just asking if you guys baked the cake together man..."
he also likes to protect your name while you aren't there. it's funny especially when his long-time friends don't even get that from him LOL.
and when people comment about how he's wrapped around your little finger? fyodor just has the audacity to laugh it off. he doesn't say yes or no, but the point is he isn't denying it!!
not to mention the gazes he gives you whenever you're within eye range, when someone trying to start a conversation... he's just giving brief glances to where you are, a succinct glimpse of warmth breaking his usual cold exterior when he sees you.
Hiiiiiii! I love your writing and character interpretation! Could you do headcanons or an imagine (whichever you prefer) of how Fyodor would react to his wife's death?
note: its a mix of headcanons and an imagine, including small bits of my old analysis on fyodors character thrown in there!! and ty for your request!!
Being his wife, meant more than just being someone who accompanied his side— Hes a man deeply devoted to his faith, similarly determined as he is to his triumphs and attainment.
To think that you were able to become a suited fiancée to him would leave anyone appalled.
The demon— known for their charming smile, and cunning allure, always raised the questions; Who was he? What use is of his ability? Why attempt frugal efforts into trying to rid the of the grouped; ability users, if he was apart of them as well?
(as im writing this, im seeing a parallel to his novel)
Emotions that many wouldnt think fyodor would even be capable of returning. The unwavering urge and need to rescue others—especially with you as his wife, it never faded.
Observant, and intricate of details—his entire work now meant being able to build a world for you and him.
Regarding about the dynamic; when night decided for the starcrossed, opposite lovers to hold in eachothers embrace, it would oftentimes end with nurturing, and gentle forehead kisses. Meaningful conversations, a bit of teasing remarks on your end, if you so pleased.
In an underground, hidden base—reluctant of you ever getting involved in the dirty work he does, would at least make sure to have the place decorated to feel more cozy.
Humming a soft lullaby, resting your head on his shoulder. All while he continuously fixed his reading glasses, flipping through the pages of his book.
Tender, sweet kisses in the blue dark, holding you in his arms, finding comfort knowing that everything he was doing was mainly for you.
Exhibiting extreme duality, often acting benevolent even if he pensive of his harbored, cold, nihistic thoughts.
But it wasnt like he could trail his mind away from it completely. Especially not when the world was so tainted and cruel from the result of ability users.
Insulating you from the rest of the ground you used to walk upon, trying to feed into your idea of fun, anything to prevent you from going back— spoiling you filthy!— so when the news came to him about your tragic, fatal end, he stood silent. Same as always, veiling his expressions.
The calculative efforts he'd go as far to keep you hidden, werent going to be of an issue now. He knew the risk of binding your soul with his, by marriage vows, to think— now ponder about, the last time he held you in your final hours— where was his flaw?
He'd stare at the ring on his finger, what once was significant of two people moving through life together was now erased. Now acting as a promise to honor, and cherish his beloved wife.
Part of him would potentially turn his sorrow into motivation, ensuring your death was not in vain. God forbid he finds out (he would either way) that your imminent death was caused by an ability user...
And even if he did get the world he idealized, the price of it wasnt worth it.
His view on the world slowly would turn back achromatic—unknowing, that the flower that blossomed his world into an eccentric perspective would wilt away.
The electric, hungered intensity of violet that his eyes once had, soon dimmed back to their shallow deep tone. Eyebags framing his restlessness again.
And although the flaming fire still surrounded him, he had lost one of it's crackling sparks.
now here's an old tiktok from 2025 that was in my camera roll
Just thinking about fyodor helping me pass candy crush levels
twin this shit is killing me
ꫂ᭪݁ fyodor thinks you're stupid for losing on level six-hundred seventy one until he loses a life and you laugh at him. he doesn't take that shit lightly. yes the fyodor fails ONE level and gets triggered by you laughing at him.
little does he know this was a trick into getting him into doing the levels for you. but little do YOU know that he knows you're tricking him. he just likes to see your little smile of satisfaction as he matches the fuck ass candies.
also insanely locked in on any other mobile games similar to candy crush if ever you introduce any to him.
All you are to them is your ability but maybe thats fine.
“Freedom is a funny thing isn't it?” He yanked your hair harder, forcing a squeal from you. “So fleeting.” He kicked you roughly in the face, and blood gushed down from your nose.”
wc: 1300+ - a/n: i may or may not have gotten too carried away, not proofread
SFW
Despite what most people think, I believe if you're dating this man he's completely in love with you to the point of no return.
He wouldn't put himself through the trouble of being in a relationship with someone if his sole purpose was manipulation—he knows how to get his way without putting himself in unwanted situations, especially if it's pretending to be in love with someone he isn't.
He fails to accept he's fallen for you at first, not that he doesn't understand what he's feeling but rather the fact that he hates remembering he's human too.
He watches you a lot from afar before he even considers confessing in any way, analysing if you're really worth it and what he feels for you is truly real.
He'd prefer someone who sees the world similarly to his idea of it, but not someone who agrees with everything he says blindly. He loves hearing what you have to say and debate with him; it only makes him fall for you harder.
It takes him a long time before he says anything about his feelings, wanting to know for sure if anything were to happen it wouldn't end, he doesn't like the idea of getting that close with another person just to potentially be strangers with them in the future.
Getting used to physical touch is something he struggles at first, but something in him also yearns to be close to you. He gets used to it after some time and appreciates you being patient with him.
Avoids arguing with you if he can, I do believe he's the type to feel uneasy if he felt like you were upset with him. It only makes him lose his focus and he doesn't like having his attention being diverted when he has a goal to complete.
If you work with him, he loves pulling all-nighters with you by his side, as you hack into confidential government documents.
The breaks you take consist of going out to the balcony and slowly make out while the entire city sleeps, unaware of its impending doom.
He thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on and the best thing to ever happen to him, you can see it in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of you under the moonlight.
He loves kissing you, finding it to be one of the things which eases his nerves; and he regrets taking so long before he first did. Bonus points if he gets to slip his tongue in.
When he thinks deeply of it, he does find the idea of marriage illogical in the legal sense, but subconsciously entertains the idea of you two being bound together in a way people see as sacred.
Would propose if he realised that's what you wanted.
Once he's certain of your devotion to him, you're his top priority and would never do something to endanger you, he always finds a way to keep you safe no matter how impossible it may seem.
When he struggles expressing his emotions to you, he finds the solution in spoiling you rotten; it doesn't matter if you could buy everything you wanted, he wants to make sure you know you're important to him and the thought of you leaving him due to his lack of expressiveness hurts him more than he'd like to admit.
Leaving him is not really an option, unless you really wanted to—but he'll do anything to make sure you never feel that way.
Possessive AND jealous but not controlling due to his fear of driving you away.
Thinks sleep is a waste of time but his body isn't strong enough to bear sleep deprivation so he lays on your chest to nap during evenings before continuing.
Even though his introverted demeanour makes people think he's the quiet type, he could talk for hours in your presence and he is happy to know he's no longer alone and that he has someone who understands him.
Yours is the only smell which doesn't make him nauseous.
Loves board games of any sort and the quiet evenings when he can let go a little and play with you are his favourites.
NSFW
Loves naked intimacy without it going any further, it means a lot to him being able to let his guard down enough to do that.
Even though he'd die before ever admitting it but his sexual desire for you developed before you were even together.
Probably dreamt of fucking you a few times and woke up mortified, not wanting to look you in the eye the next day but still did to not seem suspicious, and tried to avoid being around you as much as he could before he missed seeing you.
He is more aroused by the emotional intimacy of it rather than physical, and being close to you in a way no other person can.
Could fuck you for hours if he could, and he sometimes falls weak to that urge as he finds himself delaying his work to have you pressed under him a little longer.
Intertwines your fingers together and presses them just above your head to pin you down harder but to also feel your palm against his.
Knows every single turn on and kink you have, without you ever having to mention it and indulges in most of them.
Dominant in a way of serving you instead of having power over you, and he isn't satisfied until you are overstimulated beyond consciousness.
He probably initiated it first—no matter how much he hated being seen as desperate, his desire for you has more power over him than his feeling of shame.
Almost always makes you cum once before any actual penetration unless he's extra pent up, but even then his priority is your pleasure.
Tries to hold back as much as he can until you're crying from desperation, you needing him is what he enjoys seeing.
Loves every single detail about your body and nothing about you could ever repulse him. If he were to hear you say something derogatory about yourself he'd feel personally offended to hearing you talk negatively about something he finds out of this world; before he fucks you in front of anything reflective so you could see how perfect you are just the way he sees you.
Pulls you onto his lap as he works so you could cock-warm him and hug him at the same time, even better when you kiss him occasionally.
He made sure to make your first time with him special, wanting you to know how much your well-being matters to him; and switched to a rougher side only if you urged him to.
He likes missionary mainly because he wants to look into your eyes and see every micro expression you make, but him flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your hips up is almost always inevitable.
Loves having a good view of him stretching you out, if the position isn't allowing him to look into your eyes, he's looking down to watch you gripping him.
As much as he enjoys eating you out, he loves seeing you on your knees for him and he struggles the most to remain gentle when you do before gripping your hair to pull your head closer to him.
He'll make sure you have no choice but to make sound, he'll decide he isn't doing good enough if you can stay quiet and won't stop until you're begging him to.
He lays you down on his chest and plays with your hair whether it's long or short before carrying you to the shower and fucking you one more time as you're standing with your back to him, and always carries you back to bed to lay you down before eventually having to go back to his work.
